An Angels Murder

~Chapter Thirty-Four~

"Marcell this is not healthy," Idris says the through the door. I ignore him.

Every inch of this bed smells like her.

Milk and honey.

"Take the door off its hinges. He's not going to come out any time soon," Azores says. I don't move from the bed.

"Marcell, this is your last chance before we take the door off the hinges," Sam says. I don't move.

I hear tools at the door and it being removed from the frame.

They come inside but I don't look at them.

"It's been three fucking days," Idris hisses, trying to take the blanket off me.

"Don't touch her fucking blanket," I grunted. He hesitantly let's go before the three of them try again. I get out from the bed, pushing Sam to the wall. I push his head and then grab his throat, pressing hard.

He attempts to sputter out some words. He grabs my hand with both of him, trying to pry me off him.

"Plea- Luca- outsi-"

"I don't care,"

"Marcell let go of him, he's turning blue," Idris attempts to pry my hands off him, trying to get me to let go.

He tries to push against my but can't, his arms beginning to drop to his sides.

"WHAT IF MIKEY SAW YOU LIKE THIS,"

Mikey.

Mikey?

I loosen my hold on Sam and he falls to the ground. Idris and Azores rush to his side, helping him sit up.

My head goes fuzzy for a moment.

"WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU?" Idris shouts. He stands up and pushes me hard, making me stumble back slightly.

"YOU THINK THAT YOU'RE THE ONLY ONE HURTING? WHAT IF YOU KILLED HIM? WHAT WOULD YOU HAVE DONE THAN?" He shouted. He pushes me again, this time, making me fall into a mirror.

It shatters.

I can't speak. I can't feel anything.

"Idris he's bleeding you fucking idiot," Azores grumbles. He leaves Sam and comes over to me, holding my arm. Blood seeped through his fingers as he attempted to close the wound.

"Call for an ambulance,"

"No,"

"You're bleeding to a point where it's seeping through my fingers. You need stitches or somet-

"No hospital," I say.

I refuse to step back into a hospital. Not only because of Mikey, but because of Donatella.

He stares at me and than my arm, looking over at Idris.

"I said, call an ambulance,"

"I won't go," I say.

"MARCELL YOU HAVE TO GET OVER THI-